Constantly rearranging my furniture seems to fulfill a need. Also enabled me to set up a convenient spot to paint and I’ve done a little of that. Can’t tell if I’ve improved or ruined some unfinished stuff. Have noted that when creating writing I always feel better no matter what. Painting not so much. If I’m pleased with what I paint then I’m over-the-top thrilled. If not pleased, I feel completely and utterly worthless. Hmm.
Analyzing my trip to Hilton Head pretty much reflects the problems of the world. No one had higher goals and achieved a Resort to match them than Charles Fraser. Yet it all went terribly wrong. I’m sure the multitude of residents and business owners there don’t think so. They have no frame of reference having not seen the Island in late 1950’s then watched the beauty of responsible development unfold through 1960’s. Then what was delightful growth became a malignancy. I think it was mid 1970’s when Hilton Head resident and friend, Dinah Taylor, put her property on the market and told me, “You don’t want to go there. It’s changed drastically.” Life is change though and the lack of it is death. So I resolve not to look back so often and not be so judgmental. It would be easier to keep that resolution if change weren’t so unbalanced in quantity and seldom involves quality. We’re not talking about quality of people here only if you pack enough people together it can be problematic. We’re also talking infrastructure, buildings and resource management.
